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This classic schoolroom drama of a black teacher in London’s tough East End who triumphs over bigotry and ignorance to change the lives of his students forever was hailed by the New York Times as “a book that the reader devours quickly, ponders slowly, and forgets not at all” With opportunities for black men limited in post–World War II London, Rick Braithwaite, a former Royal Air Force pilot and Cambridge-educated engineer, accepts a teaching position that puts him in...

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This classic schoolroom drama of a black teacher in London’s tough East End who triumphs over bigotry and ignorance to change the lives of his students forever was hailed by the New York Times as “a book that the reader devours quickly, ponders slowly, and forgets not at all”
With opportunities for black men limited in post–World War II London, Rick Braithwaite, a former Royal Air Force pilot and Cambridge-educated engineer, accepts a teaching position that puts him in charge of a class of angry, unmotivated, bigoted white teenagers whom the system has mostly abandoned. When his efforts to reach these troubled students are met with threats, suspicion, and derision, Braithwaite takes a radical new approach. He will treat his students as people poised to enter the adult world. He will teach them to respect themselves and to call him “Sir.” He will open up vistas before them that they never knew existed. And over the course of a remarkable year, he will touch the lives of his students in extraordinary ways, even as they in turn, unexpectedly and profoundly, touch his.

Based on actual events in the author’s life, To Sir, With Love is a powerfully moving story that celebrates courage, commitment, and vision, and is the inspiration for the classic film starring Sidney Poitier.

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Meet the Author

E. R. Braithwaite was born in British Guiana (now Guyana) in 1912. Educated at the City College of New York and the University of Cambridge, he served in the Royal Air Force during World War II. Braithwaite spent 1950 to 1960 in London, first as a schoolteacher and then as a welfare worker—experiences he describes in To Sir, With Love and Paid Servant, respectively. In 1966 he was appointed Guyana’s ambassador and permanent representative to the United Nations. He has also held positions at the World Veterans Federation and UNESCO, was a professor of English at New York University’s Institute for Afro-American Affairs, and taught creative writing at Howard University. The author of five nonfiction books and two novels, he currently lives in Washington, DC.

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To Sir, With Love

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THE CROWDED RED DOUBLE-DECKER BUS inched its way through the snarl of traffic in Aldgate. It was almost as if it was reluctant to get rid of the overload of noisy, earthy charwomen it had collected on its run through the city—thick-armed, bovine women, huge-breasted, with heavy bodies irrevocably distorted by frequent childbearing, faces pink and slightly damp from their early labors, the warm May morning and their own energy. There was a look of indestructibility about them, from the tip of each tinted head in its gaudy headscarf, tightly tied to expose one or two firmly fastened curls, to the solid legs and large feet which seemed rooted in the earth.

The women carried large heavy shopping bags, and in the ripe mixture of odors which accompanied them, the predominant one hinted at a good haul of fish or fishy things. They reminded me somehow of the peasants in a book by Steinbeck: they were of the city, but they dressed like peasants, they looked like peasants, and they talked like peasants. Their cows were motor-driven milk floats; their tools were mop and pail and kneeling pad; their farms a forest of steel and concrete. In spite of the hairgrips and head–scarves, they had their own kind of dignity.

They joshed and chivvied each other and the conductor in an endless stream of lewdly suggestive remarks and retorts, quite careless of being overheard by me—a Negro, and the only other male on the bus. The conductor, a lively, quick-witted fellow, seemed to know them all well enough to address them on very personal terms, and kept them in noisy good humor with a stream of quips and pleasantries to which they made reply in kind. Sex seemed little more than a joke to them, a conversation piece which alternated with their comments on the weather, and their vividly detailed discussions on their actual or imagined ailments.

I sat sandwiched between a window and a very large woman whose great dimpled arms hugged her shopping bag in her lap. She kept up a ribald duet with a crony sitting immediately in front of her.

"What've you got for the Old Man's dinner, Gert?"

Gert's square body remained ponderously immobile, but she turned her head around as far as her massive neck would permit and rejoined:

"He'll be lucky to get bread and dripping today, he will."

"He can't do you much good on bread and dripping, Gert."

"Feeding him on steak and chicken won't make no difference neither, Rose. Never mind, he keeps me back warm."

All this was said in a tone intentionally loud enough to entertain everyone, and the women showed their appreciation by cackling loudly, rocking their bodies as much as the crowding permitted. Rose turned her head to look fleetingly at me; then leaned forward to whisper rather audibly to Gert.

"Wouldn't mind having this lot in me stocking for Christmas, Gert."

The chuckle which accompanied this remark shook every ounce of her like an ague, and I could feel it being conducted through the bus to me. Again Gert was forced to perform the trick of rotating her head against the uncompromisingly thick neck; her beady eyes slanted backward to bring me into orbit. She retorted, not so loudly.

"Aw, give over Rose, you wouldn't know what to do with it, you've been a widow too long."

"Speak for yourself, Gert," Rose replied gaily. "'S like riding a bicycle, you never forget how. You wouldn't credit it, but I figure I could teach him a thing or two."

"Hark at her," Gert enjoined the bus at large, who were sharing delightedly in this byplay. "Never mind, Rose, I'll send me Alfie round to see you one of these nights; he's not too bad when he gets around to it."

Unable to resist the amusement I felt, I smiled inwardly at the essential naturalness of these folks who were an integral part of one of the world's greatest cities and at the same time as common as hayseeds. There they sat, large and vigorous, the bulwark of the adventurous.

The smile must have shown on my face, for Rose glanced at me in some surprise, then leaned forward to whisper in Gert's ear. She in turn whispered to her neighbor and soon there was a chain reaction of whispers and giggles and nudgings, as if they were somewhat surprised to discover that I had understood every word. I felt sure they could not care one way or the other; these people who had lived too intimately with poverty and danger and death would not be easily embarrassed.

The bus swung around Gardiner's Corner and along Commercial Road. Its pace was quicker now, and the chit-chat began to flag as other thoughts intervened. At each stop now they were disembarking, returning to their homes in the strange, rather forbidding deep tangle of narrow streets and alleyways which led off from the main thoroughfare in a disordered unpremeditated pattern. Through the window I watched the fleeting panorama of dingy shop fronts and cafes with brave large superscriptions telling of faraway places. The long Commercial Road lay straight ahead, fluttering like an international maypole with the name ribbons of Greece and Israel, Poland and China, Germany and Belgium, India and Russia, and many others; Semmelweiss– and Smaile, Schultz and Chin-Yen, Smith, Seibt and Litobaraki.

The bus eased to a stop. Rose shifted her shopping bag off her lap and with a grunt levered her ponderous body upright; she smiled broadly at me, and with a cheery "Ta Gert, ta girls," she waddled towards the exit while I eased my shoulders in relief from the confining pressure of her body. God, what a huge woman.

As the bus moved slowly on, a bright-eyed little boy in school cap and blazer paused momentarily beside the vacant seat and then quickly moved a little way on in courteous deference to a slim, smartly dressed woman who followed behind. As I looked up she smiled her thanks to him and was preparing to sit when her eyes met mine. Surprise flickered briefly on her face as she straightened up and moved forward to stand in the narrow aisle beside the boy, who looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

The conductor approached with his cheery "Any more fares, please, free ride only after midnight." He had been keeping the charwomen entertained by such witticisms throughout the journey. The woman reached into her bag, and the conductor casually remarked as he took her fare:

"Empty seat beside you, lady."

She received her ticket with a murmured "Thank you," but gave no sign that she had heard him.

"Seat here for you, lady."

The conductor indicated the vacant place with a turn of his head and moved on to examine the boy's school pass and exchange a word with the youngster. On his way back he paused to look at the woman, who returned his gaze with the cool effrontery of a patrician.

"No standing on the bus, lady."

The conductor's voice was deliberately louder, with an angry rasp to it; the charladies twisted and craned their necks in their efforts to discover the reason for his sudden brusqueness. The slim woman remained standing, cool, remote, undismayed by the conductor's threatening attitude or the pointedly hostile glances directed at her by the women in their immediate sympathy and solidarity with the conductor against someone who was obviously not of their class. My quick anger at the woman's undisguised prejudice was surprisingly tinctured by a certain admiration for her fearless, superior attitude; she was more than a match for them. What a superior bitch! She looked the conductor straight in the eye and around her mouth I could discern the muscular twitchings of a suppressed smile. I guessed she was secretly enjoying herself. What a smooth, elegant, superior bitch!

Just ahead I saw a nameplate on a building, New Road. I quickly rose and said to the conductor, "Next stop, please." He gave me an odd disapproving stare, as if I had in some way betrayed him by leaving before he could have a real set-to with the woman; I sensed that he would have liked to try humiliating her, even to putting her off the bus. He pulled the bell cord and the bus jerked to a stop, and as I stepped off the platform I saw the woman take the seat I had just vacated, stiffbacked and unruffled. By leaving I had done the conductor a favor, I thought. He'd never get the better of that female.

The bus pulled away from the stop, but I remained standing there, feeling suddenly depressed by the prospect around me. I suppose I had entertained some naïvely romantic ideas about London's East End, with its cosmopolitan population and fascinating history. I had read references to it in both classical and contemporary writings and was eager to know the London of Chaucer and Erasmus and the Sorores Minores. I had dreamed of walking along the cobbled Street of the Cable Makers to the echoes of Chancellor and the brothers Willoughby. I wanted to look on the reach of the Thames at Blackwall from which Captain John Smith had sailed aboard the good ship Susan Lawrence to found an English colony in Virginia. I had dreamed ...

But this was different. There was nothing romantic about the noisy littered street bordered by an untidy irregular picket fence of slipshod shop fronts and gaping bomb sites. I crossed Commercial Road at the traffic lights into New Road. This was even worse. The few remaining buildings, raped and outraged, were still partly occupied, the missing glass panes replaced by clapboard, or bright colored squares of tinplate advertising Brylcreem, Nugget Shoe Polish and Palm Toffee. There was rubble everywhere, and dirt and flies. And there were smells.

The smells arose from everything, everywhere, flowing together and remaining as a sickening, tantalizing discomfort. They flowed from the delicatessen shop with its uncovered trays of pickled herrings, and the small open casks of pickled gherkins and onions, dried fish and salted meat, and sweaty damp walls and floor; from the fish shop which casually defied every law of health; from the Kosher butcher, and the poulterer neat door where a fine confetti of newplucked feathers hung nearly motionless in the fetid air; and from sidewalk gutters where multitudes of flies buzzed and feasted on the heaped-up residue of fruit and vegetable barrows.

I felt sick and dirtied; only the need of reaching my destination forced me along past the shops and the smells and the multi-racial jostle of hurrying folk who ignored the flies and smells in single-minded pursuit of their business.

Near the railway viaduct the line of buildings on both sides of New Road came to an abrupt halt; the bustling thoroughfare now bisected a desert of rubble and rubbish which Nature had hurriedly and inadequately tried to camouflage with quicksprouting weeds, shrubs and ragged grass. Here and there could be seen the rusty skeleton of a spring mattress or a child's pram, a cracked toilet bowl and a dented steel helmet, American style—relics of peace and war humbled together in rust and decay. The flies were here, too, and so were several small children, too young for school, but old and venturesome enough to grub in this perilous playground. Their eyes shone happily in grimy faces as they laughed, screamed and fought in rivalry with each other.

The games overflowed on to the sidewalk and I walked wide around a "ring-a-ring-o'roses" who smiled happily up at me without interrupting their noisy chant. They could not have known that from their happy faces, dirty but unafraid, I took courage for the new experience I was about to face.

I soon located the narrow alleyway with the legend:

GREENSLADE SECONDARY SCHOOL A. FLORIAN. HEADMASTER.

This alleyway opened on a small macadam forecourt, along one side of which was a small outhouse labelled "BOYS." From it emerged a small, dark-haired, elfin-faced boy. He was dressed in blue jeans and a discolored once-white T-shirt, and on seeing me he attempted to hide the cigarette stub which he held pinched between forefinger and thumb of his right hand.

"Looking for somebody?" His Cockney voice was high-pitched and comic.

"Looking for somebody, mate?" he said again. The right hand was now safely in the pocket of his jeans, though a telltale wisp of blue smoke tendrilled its way up the skinny forearm.

"Where can I find Mr. Florian, the Headmaster?"

I could hardly keep the amusement out of my voice at the ill-concealed cigarette.

"Straight up those stairs," and with a casual gesture the boy pointed, cigarette stub and all, towards a half-closed doorway across the forecourt. I thanked him and moved towards the door.

The stairway ended outside a green door on which was a small white card bearing the information:

Behind a large desk sat a small man whose large head was decorated with a fine crop of carefully groomed curly white hair; the face was either tanned or olive-skinned, lean with high cheekbones and surprisingly smooth, as if the youthfulness which had deserted his hair had found permanent accommodation around the aquiline nose and full sensuous mouth; his brown eyes were large, slightly protruding, and seemed filled with a kind of wonder, as if he were on the verge of some new and exciting discovery.

I approached his desk and he stood to greet me, but that produced very little difference in his stature and I noticed that he was short and somewhat hunchbacked. He was carefully, even nattily dressed, and there was about him and the room a very pleasant orderliness quite at variance with the external surroundings. He extended a pale, strong-fingered hand and remarked smiling, "You're Braithwaite, I suppose, we've been expecting you. Do sit down." I was later to learn that the remark was typical of the man; he considered himself merely one of a team engaged in important and necessary work; he was spokesman and official representative of the team, but sought no personal aggrandizement because of that. I shook hands with him and settled down in the chair, pleased and reassured by the sincere warmth of his greeting. He opened a box on his desk and offered me a cigarette; when we had both lit up he leaned back in his seat and began:

"Hope you found this place without much difficulty; we're rather hidden away in this little backwoods and many people have had a hard time locating us."

"I have had no difficulty, thank you. I followed the rather detailed directions I got at the Divisional Office."

"Good. Anyway, we're glad to have you. I hope that when you've had a chance to look at us you'll be just as pleased to stay."

"Not much doubt about that, Sir," I hastened to reassure him.

He smiled at my eagerness and said:

"Anyhow, I think it would be best if you had a good look around the school first, and then we'll talk about it. Things are done here somewhat differently from the usual run, and many teachers have found it, shall we say, disquieting. Wander around just as you please, and see what's going on, and if you then decide to remain with us, we'll talk about it after lunch."

With that he got up and led me to the door, his eyes dancing like those of a mischievous imp; I stepped out and he closed it behind me.

CHAPTER 2

FROM THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE A short flight of stairs led down to a narrow corridor between the auditorium on one side and some classrooms on the other. I paused for a moment outside the first of these classrooms, not sure where to begin, when the door was pushed violently outwards and a tall, redheaded girl rushed out into the corridor closely pursued by two others. In such a narrow space I was quite unable to dodge her wild progress, so I quickly grabbed her by the arms to avoid being bowled over and to steady her. Quickly recovering herself she shook loose, smiled impudently in my face, and with a quick "Sorry" raced down the corridor and out of sight. Her companions pulled up hastily, stopped a moment to look at me, then quickly re-entered the classroom, letting the door bang loudly shut behind them.

I was staggered by this unexpected encounter and remained where I was for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Then, deciding to take a closer look at what went on in that room, I knocked on the door, opened it and walked in. There was a general hubbub and for a little while no one seemed aware of my entry, and then, very gradually, one by one the occupants turned to stare at me.

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I had heard about the movie but never watched it. I was so glad

I had heard about the movie but never watched it. I was so glad to have read the book first. This is one I would love to add to my personal bookshelf.

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Posted March 4, 2008

Keep Reading!

In the beginning it was hard to get into the book, but if you keep reading you will find it more interesting and easier to read. You will start to get into the characters because you will never know what will happen next or understand what they are going through.

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Posted March 4, 2008

Wasn't My # 1 Pick

To be honest, I do not like to read. I felt that the movie was better than the book. I am more of a visual learner and often get distracted during reading. I do recommend the story to people if they are into a motivational story because E. R. Braithwaite is the man.

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Posted March 4, 2008

To Sir With Love

The teacher shows his students what life is about and teaches them more about life. When their teacher gets involed in their lives out side of school, will people think he is taking it too far? Will the romance between two of them become a problem because of the work environment?

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Posted March 4, 2008

An Inspirational Novel of the Ages!

The novel To Sir, With Love was a highly inspirational novel. It is full of positive and negative events that in the end molded mere children into finely tuned adults.

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Posted March 4, 2008

Teachers With Huge Impact!

Have you ever wondered why we are on earth? What is our purpose for being here? How can we use our experience and talents to encourage others in a positive way and why should we? This book answered my questions. It makes you realize that everything in this world is possible and that nothing nor anyone can get in our way. It takes you back to history in a way that will give you goosebumps!

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Posted March 4, 2008

Inspiring and Motivational

To Sir, with Love was a well written and discriptive book showing how students with hardships can grow from a new teacher. Recommended to any student that is struggling in school and seeking that teacher who's inspiring.

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Posted March 4, 2008

It is a Great Book to Read

This book is about a teacher, Braithwaite, who didn't have any experience teaching but little by little he got involved with his students and their lives. The students got to know him and trust in him. Braithwaite made a big change in their lives.

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Posted March 4, 2008

Good Book

We really liked the book! This book kind of reminds us of the movie 'Lean On Me'.In each situation there was one teacher who changed the minds of students and gave them hope for their future. We would recommend this book to students in college prep classes, or anyone who enjoys reading because it gives you a different insight in the ways some teachers perform and believe in students.

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Posted March 4, 2008

Very Detailed Gets You Really Involved

A well educated teacher takes on a class of students and shows them there's more to life than just being a hoodlum. Great details. It really gets you involved in the book,and it's like you're in the story.The author really wants the reader to understand his and the students' experience.

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Posted September 27, 2007

MCC English Student

It is a good book. I will recommend it to all the teachers to read. He used himself as an example to show how teachers should act towards their students when it comes to learning, school work and if possible their lives outside school.You will like it.

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Posted September 27, 2007

A great page turner

We thought To Sir, With Love was excellent in describing the student-teacher relationship. This book is a good way for students to understand the way teachers value their opinions. Mr. Braithwaite makes it clear that students can feel comfortable talking to him about outside problems. Throughout the book you start to see the changes between Mr. Braithwaite and his students. Not only do they learn how to respect him, but they respect themselves as well. This book keeps you interested from beginning to end and there is always something new happening.

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Posted September 27, 2007

An interesting read for teachers and students.

To us it started off pretty slow but we didn¿t find reading very entertaining but as we read on the book started getting more interesting. To Sir, with Love is a great book for teachers and students. Mr. Braithwaite showed both point of views in the reading. He was an outstanding teacher that took part in the student¿s personal lives. He made sure that they can succeed in the real world and not just in school. We gave this book a recommended rating because of it being a true story and how hard the teacher worked with the students.

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Posted September 27, 2007

A good read

This book was a great read. It shows how the teacher and students change, and it shows the relationship that a teacher has with his students. Mr. Braithwaite came into the school with no experience with teaching and had a group of kids with a tough lifestyle. He took an interest in their world and taught them strategies to live in the real world. His teaching wasn¿t always in the books he took it up and beyond, and got through to them emotionally by teaching them how to dress and act respectfully towards others. Most teachers don¿t go that deep, but he really reached out to the students and ended up being a savior for most of them.

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Posted September 27, 2007

A great book, must read it!

This is an enjoyable book that talks about education, a teacher who started working in a school wanting to quit but,as time went on he started to love his job especially his students. It also shows how a relationship between a student and a teacher should be. In addition it shows how the students got to a point of having respect for their teacher Mr. Braithwaite and futhermore got to love him.

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Posted September 27, 2007

Never Give Up On Life

Growing up as a child you learn to respect others and most of all yourself. Where these kids grew up they never even heard the word 'respect'. That all changed the day a man named Braithwaite walked into that classroom at Greenslade Secondary School. A lot of times students believe that teachers are only there to bore you with lectures, but Braithwaite was the complete opposite. He went out of his way to care for them and to teach them everything they need to know about life when know one else was there for them. These students were so lucky that this man walked into their life when he did, or they really would have no idea what to do about their future. This is an inspirational story about how a new teacher comes into a classroom of uncontrollable students and changes their lives.

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Posted September 27, 2007

Must Read For Education Majors

To Sir, With Love by E. R. Braithwaite is an easy read and an great page turner. The writing style in To Sir, With Love is very descriptive you can really understand and see where Braithwaite and his students are coming from. Most of the characters are very likable, and you start to grow with them. One can really relate to this book on many levels, even if you are sixty years old or in high school. In the book Braithwaite talks a lot about how he teaches and how he uses his own experiences to teach his students.

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Posted September 27, 2007

Teacher Respected

We both liked this book. We liked how Braithwaite came into the school and the students gave him no respect, and then at the end they cared and respected him.We liked how he taught them how to be more polite and the way to respect people. He stood up for himself and what he believed in. It was interesting to see him teach in a school without a degree in education. He based all of his lessons on events that happened in his life, and I think it helped with teaching the students because they could understand him better.We would recommend this book.

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Posted August 5, 2007

A reviewer

this book was so boring i almost cried. other reviews acted like he had such a hard time but it seemed realy easy . but i guess it had a good meaning so i give it a 2.

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Posted June 13, 2006

Good feel good book

This book is a great story about a teacher who reaches his students. It is an inspiring and charming book, made only better by the fact that it is true. This is a great read and would be an excellent gift for a teacher!

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